BEST. GIFT. EVER.

Worked last night scripting highlights. Came home and there was a package waiting for me on the kitchen counter. It was from my Uncle Ross, a judge in London, Ontario. I had no idea what it could be. For sure I thought it was a book; probably military history, or something of that ilk.



So I rip the sum-bitch open and what do I find?


Oh god...so good.

What better way to say "you know what? I kinda dig that new President of ours" than a fucking gold rimmed plate? There is no better way, that is the best way to do that.

But now i'm afraid that I won't know where to stop. I fear that this may start a slippery slope of white-trash home decorations that will have my apartment looking like a trailer in no time. That is something I have no problem with...


What home is complete without the greatest drug dealer of all time?


2 words (one hyphenated). Aqua-fucking man. Wait that sounds kinda gross.


Pete Rose, you may haved bet on baseball but fuck it we'll give you a plate too!


Obama you're not the only president to get his own plate.


Kristi the Yamagooch, the greatest olympian.

So I guess the only thing I'm missing for my white-THRASH apartment is this...